Agatha Kristenson - The rancher_s wife

Arching her hips, the wide-eyed and panting young heiress let go of Cole's thick fleshy rod and slid her hands around his hips, feeling the flexed muscles of his powerful buttocks like iron heated to a white hot heat. She looked up at him and groaned pleadingly. If eyes could fuck… his were actually fucking hers now as he hung poised above her, the angrily pulsating head oozing impatiently against her hotly twitching cuntal lips. Suddenly his cock took the cue of his eyes, and he lunged forward with a loud groan of rapture, shoving his hips forward at the same time, causing the huge muscular pole to slip through the elastic rimmed tightness of her pussy's outer lips and ram without hesitation deep into the smooth fleshy walls of the warmly convulsing passage. When he hit bottom, his penis buried to the hilt in her wildly writhing body, he simply opened his mouth and groaned out his passion.

"Ggoooodddd…!"

"Ooohhh… Goddd… Yess… ss… It hurts sooooo!" Mela screamed as Kate's husband drove the full pulsating length of his hotly distended cock far up into her madly undulating belly with one great lunge! Oh God… nothing but Cole Sutherland's magnificent penis had ever filled her so deliciously and so completely. She had to have his rampaging cock and she would never, never let it go! Mela felt him lash his hotly moistened tongue into her wide open mouth with the same animal ferocity as his warmly throbbing penis had driven down into her pussy. Down there she felt his cock pulsating like an idling cylindrical engine that was ready to fire into action!

Oh Jesus! He was in her now. Cole Sutherland had his prick driven to the hilt in Sandy's woman… where the ranch foreman had always wanted to be. From the very first minute Sandy had gone to work years ago for old man Meacham he'd wanted to pull down Mela's panties and shove his own aching cock into her hot little cunt. At sixteen she'd wiggled that curvaceous little ass around like she was a professional whore advertising her wares, and old man Meacham had sent her to that finishing school in Switzerland to keep her out of trouble. In the six years since, she'd only come home briefly. It was as though the girl couldn't stand the ranch once she had tasted Europe. Sandy hadn't been able to see that she needed much finishing when she went away, but he had to admit that each time the girl came home she was a little more poised and polished, and a helluva lot more seductive. Only now it was high class seductiveness, not school girl instinct. At sixteen Mela had been a child to the ranch foreman's thirty-one years… a provocative child… but at twenty-two she was a woman not at all too young for his thirty-seven. And now there she was out there fucking in her convertible with that Goddamned Cole Sutherland who already had a ranch and a wife… damned nice wife too…!

Sandy's hand closed tighter on Kate's breast. Christ… with all that going on down there in the convertible and his own balls aching like they had a million needles in them… he couldn't keep his hands to himself. Cole's wife was crying now and the sobs that she tried to stifle shook her whole body. Sandy pulled her even closer back against him and his head went down against her sun warmed throat.

"Shhh… it's all right… shhh, Kate, baby… don't carry on so… shhh… it's going to be all right…" he whispered against her hair, smelling of sunshine mixed with the faint scent of honeysuckle. From this angle the foreman could see the straining tops of Kate's full fleshy tits above the scoop-necked blue gingham shift she wore. His suddenly eager lips trailed along the graceful curve of her neck, and his hand brushed over the swelling mounds of both breasts, squeezing them together through the cloth; but even his big hand couldn't contain the fullness of the two firmly protruding mounds.

It wasn't his idea… it was the situation and the degrading scene below them… and the betrayal! That bastard Sutherland deserved it! By God! Why not? Cole and Mela were having their fun… fucking themselves into oblivion right out there in the hot open sun. Why shouldn't he and Kate have a little? Hell, yes! His hand was already ahead of his brain, and it slithered inside the loosely gaping top of Kate's cotton dress where it insinuated itself inside the soft nylon bra to cup the lusciously heaving breast. He felt the tiny rubbery nipple harden and pop out immediately into his palm.

"No, Sandy, we mustn't," she groaned, and then shuddered. The foreman couldn't tell whether the movement came from fear… or the excitement of his hand locked tightly around her naked tit.

The writhing bodies on the white leather seat blurred before Kate's disbelieving eyes as the tears coursed down her cheeks in torrents. Dimly, she heard Sandy's words and felt his hands and arms, hard and yet strangely soothing in this hour of need. A tiny corner of her mind was screaming in warning about the strange hand on her bare breast, the strong male lips moving boldly on her throat. And then another hand began gently caressing her taut belly; it stroked down to her helplessly trembling thighs as though reassuring her, and then came back up again lifting the hem of her dress, revealing her long slender legs and the yellow satin bikini panties that clung tightly to the smoothly rounded buttocks. Behind her she felt Sandy shift his weight and then an impatiently grinding bulge was pressing into the tightly clenched crevice of her ass cheeks. That tiny voice of conscience was receding and growing fainter and fainter as wave after wave of sensuous feeling roared like a hot implacable tide from firmly flexed buttocks to the throbbing hungry pit of her belly.

The sun was beating on Cole's back in a slow pulse that seemed to bear down in time with his long powerful thrusts into the hot, wetly sucking hollow up between Mela's insanely quivering thighs. Her legs were wrapped around his naked buttocks, and she used her heels like spurs to urge him on to a deeper penetration. Cole arched up, pulling his throbbing thick length of cock flesh almost all the way out as his hands caught the young girl's frantically bobbing breasts. He began licking them in rhythm with his wildly pulsating cock beating like a maddened metronome just inside the warm damp entrance of her open cunt!

"Ohhh… Lover… lick me… suck me… ohhhh!" The writhing blonde heiress chanted softly, undulating her hips tip in the age-old twist of the belly dancer in an effort to force the long, beautiful length of Cole's commanding hardness back up deep inside her belly where she wanted it most. His rapacious tongue licked the hardness of her nipples and the surrounding softness of her tit, and she felt the tiny radiating explosions start from the warmly wonderful wetness of her nipples and spread through her flesh in wildly bursting flowers of lust! Oh God! He was a good fucker… the best… and he was going to be hers! She didn't care a damn if he was keeping three wives… he was going to be hers alone. She had searched for the likes of him all her young life and now she'd found him!

"Goddamn…! Oh baby…" Cole gritted through tightly clenched teeth as his desire-hardened cock worked its way deep and deeper up inside her hungrily rippling belly. Christ! Her hot little cunt closed on him like a vise… a hot, wet, tight, clasping, clenching, milking vise. The vaginal muscles up between Mela's widespread thighs rippled and squeezed and clutched, massaging him like the million practiced fingers of a masseuse… pulling voraciously at the hotly building sperm in his testicles whether he wanted it or not… and oh God! He wanted it! He could feel the seething pressure in his balls, and his prick was on fire with the spirals of flaming lust that encased and surrounded his pulsating solid pole of flesh sunk so deeply and so tightly into her greedily pulling vagina!